Perhaps most of the week-long trip was boring and boring, and while the alternate driver was speeding through the wasteland alone, the others could only doze off in power armor under the scorching sun. It's just that even if it's just a caravan wearing armor and holding a weapon on the road, a savage who is painted white chasing a car and howling, wearing a unique animal skin costume and hiding in the fortress to peep at their tribe, don't think about it. The strength comparison The super mutants roaring and rushing over, and the death claw nests that scared them 180 degrees to turn around and flee for their lives, are enough to remind the alien team that has been away from the wasteland for several years. The cruelty and indifference of this land.
For Leeds and the others, and for the Brotherhood of Steel members who are accustomed to the new atmosphere of "Brother City", this adventure is a good warm-up, at least this evening to the edge of the Mojave area After Qingquan Town, the indifferent and vigilant eyes of the residents describing what the real wasteland style is, did not surprise them.
Of course, there will still be complaints that only stay on the lips, even though the person who complains does not know who it is aimed at, "Fuck, follow you tin cans, and even our three attractive 10 handsome guys and beauties. They were all watched with cold eyes."
Mingming Qingquan Town has vacant rooms, and Liz, who can only sit in a small circle of three cars to build a fire overnight, has good reason to complain - compared to sleeping in three cars "once he is hit by heavy weapons. The key location is next to a miniature nuclear explosion" sedan, and he would rather sleep on a dirty, hard pre-war mattress.
The head of the Brotherhood of Steel's diplomatic team, that is, Elder Lane's son-in-law, Poole, could only express his helplessness, "This is also something that can't be helped... I didn't expect the Western Brotherhood of Steel's public opinion to be so bad." After all, the east coast and the west coast are separated by an entire continent, so it is good that they can get the key information on the opposite side. For miscellaneous information such as folk opinions, they can only say "rely on your own inspection".
"That's the 'normal Brotherhood of Steel'." A member of the Brotherhood of Steel sitting next to Poole said indifferently, "Plundering the pre-war technology for one's own enjoyment, the means are not so glorious, and in the eyes of others it is really not justice. ... I think you can understand the feeling."
"..." Poole fell silent.
He can understand the deep meaning of the other party's words very well, because his hometown "Refuge 101" collapsed due to the invasion of the "forsaken" who claimed to be "true members of the Brotherhood of Steel".
And the reason for the intrusion? Just for the supplies in a pre-war arsenal. Is there any benefit to the world for such a group of people to have more arms in their hands
Leon looked strangely at the member of the fraternity who spoke just now, "Dude, you deserve to be a member of this diplomatic team... Well, are you 'open-minded' enough?" If the words came out of their mouths, of course there would be no problem at all, but it would be strange to say it from the members of the Brotherhood of Steel, especially the middle and senior members who have been assigned "T51b"!
"Don't worry, I'm just a talkative weirdo. Now, I just want to drink Nuka-Cola while feeding the dog~" Having said that, he has already picked up the food plate and Nuka-Cola, and left the fire to greet Dog Meat and Dog Day sky.
"Uh... well, there are always a lot of weirdos in the wasteland, I understand." Leon shrugged.
"Hehe..." Poole, who had recovered his senses, smiled bitterly, "That's my senior. He usually likes to run around to gain knowledge. When he returns to the camp, he tells stories to his friends. Generally speaking, we call him him. 'Storyteller'... Well, maybe because I know a lot of things, I'm a little out of place, please forgive me."
Liz suddenly became strange: "It sounds like this kind of person should have a chattering attribute? But I haven't heard him talk much these days?"
"...Seven days ago, I told him 'I'll punch you in the mouth with a death claw glove if you talk nonsense.'" Krausa, who was in the same car as the storyteller, looked disgusted, okay? , which is three times more annoying than Leeds and Leon together, which seems to make him very uncomfortable.
"Ahem, please be merciful... He's the humanoid encyclopedia of our Brotherhood of Steel in the District." Not boasting at all, if everyone in the Brotherhood listened patiently to the storyteller's "Radiation Lecture Hall", their knowledge There will be a qualitative leap in the level.
Although this kind of knowledge is meaningless in the eyes of most Brotherhood of Steel members, because it does not help the research and development of war technology.
"Hmph, don't let me ride in the same car with him in the future." In fact, Kraussa could have asked for it earlier... Really, it's a bit like arrogance~~
"There's no problem with that," Poole breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't want one of his most trusted companions to clash with the most interesting comrade in the Brotherhood, "by the way, we'll discuss tomorrow's outpost in the Mojave later. Negotiations with senior NCR officials, are you interested in joining Leeds?"
"I was stabbed in the back by a politician not long ago, and I have no interest in playing with that kind of person anymore."
"My word, um, it's enough to watch the fun by the side~"
"… Not interested in."
"All are negative votes." After getting replies from his teammates, Leeds also hinted at his attitude.
"It's a pity... If I could get your intellectual assistance, I think I would get a better result." Poole looked regretful. Now he has understood the journey to find his father three years ago, the art of language in Leeds and Lyon. Let many problems be solved in a better form.
However, since he has already experienced the language technology, it seems that this negotiation is enough for him to implement.
"That's something that can't be helped. Compared with the boring negotiation between local forces and local forces, I want to find something more interesting to do..."
(boom!)
A distant gunshot echoed Liz's words.
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"Wait, it's just a salted fish?! According to my intuition as a game character, I thought I would definitely find a girl who was seriously injured and fell to the ground. After she was rescued, she led us to the 'Water Purification Project' just like Poole. Interesting things like 'Battle of the Enclave'!"
It is normal for gunshots to appear on the wasteland. A thirsty passerby A sees passerby B holding a bottle of Nuka-Cola and jumps over with a shot. If you hear the gunshot, you will never live long. Some people understand these truths... But unfortunately, there is a guy who is idle to death.
"No... You're right, Bai Mao, in theory, he is really 'severely injured and fell to the ground'." Lying next to the middle-aged uncle who was shot in the forehead, Leon looked at Liz with hellish eyes, and he didn't know whether it was Surprised by Liz's prediction as before, but also by the vitality of the man who was still alive after the bullet was shot in the forehead.
"What did you say... Okay, split up, come on, it's time to save people! Novel and interesting scripts are waiting for us!" Liz "justly" took out food and water from his backpack, and prepared to restore blood to the opponent after the temporary team was completed.
"Wait, I'm coming?" Leon instantly understood what he meant from Liz's upright expression!
"It's not the first day you met me. In front of me, when have men and women ever been equal?" Liz took it for granted.
"Um... Krause? It's just artificial respiration, or..."
"I know very well who the inhabitants of the wasteland are, and I'm too lazy to save them." Krausa is not someone who has the feelings of an American superhero.
"...could be good, could be bad..."
"Come on, break up, it's time to show the fraternity of your American agents!"
"When did his meow American agent ever have 'fraternity'... uh..." The middle-aged uncle with blood on his face and not handsome, this is hard to talk about!
"Uh, although I don't know what's going on, can you give it to me?" Poole, who was fully armed with gloves, tweezers, masks, alcohol, and therapeutic needles, said to Leon, who was holding his uncle and watching "lovely".